When the road reaches a dead endWhen the walls finally cave inWhen the darkness penetratesSealing the cracks Covering every ray of lightThe darkness of darkRuled & reigned in –I rise like a Simorgh.

When one lost its voiceAfter thunderous screamsWhen hurricanes of injusticeWiped everything When a fiery blaze of corruptionBurned up justice into smoldering ashes –I rise like a Simorgh.

When all traces of happiness and joyCollide into a dead endand vanish like a drop in the desert When the hope is all but gonePrayers unanswered The end is near & everything is wiped out –I raise like a Simorgh

Too high, high aboveWhere there is nothing but lightJoy and soulful delightNo places of corruption or greedNo deception or deceit Leading to an oasis of calmConquering peace withinI rise and I riseTraveling layers and layersInwardDiving inInside the universe within

Tearing the pages of darkness Opening a window to lightRising from the ashes Left deceptively behindSearching & finding the heat and energy beneath Creating a fiery blazeBreaking nuances Strengthening the voicesTraveling the never-ending roadsDivulging inTo find all answers within.

Rising like a Simorgh, A traveling universe inside WithinIntactHiddenUntapped treasureEnabling the “Me”So the “I” withinCan raise like a Simorgh Only through traveling withinDiscoveringDivulgingDiving inSo the “I” can rise like Simorgh –From the ashes AGAIN!

UPDATED 09.06.2018

I wish I had a wand

By: Ashraf

I wish I had a wandto spread contagious virus of loveCompassion so magnificentEveryone is kinInvisible to their color of skinReligion is personalCountries uniquerespectedLanguage simply to communicateAccents &errors ok-No need to be perfected.I wish I had a wandTurned police shootersof unarmed black manto ponderWhat if he was my son,committing a big or small, insignificant crime?OrInvadersordering the bombs-in foreign landsThinkWonder what if this was my homemy countrymy family?Hiding in the dark,PrayingPlease.. please my Godhelp me to stay alive. What if we placed ourselvesIn the places of women we rapecrimes we commitLives we destroy or permit?I wish I had a wandSpreading sprinkles of loveto the heart of every mankind aliveturning the world upside downin a positive waysucceed & strive.

Once for allAway from MY way-& having it allChange color of our perceptionsour lensesLeading us to our perpetual deceptionsPush us all to fight.Run away and flight.Solve our issues insteadWith awesome compassionUsing our common scenesour inner wisdom and perfection

Turning the worldto a calming oasis of loveSerenity rampant, persuasiveAllowing us to findBeauty in each and every kindWisdom in every cultureIn persuade of happinessWith equal rights at its foundation and bases.

I wish I had a wandSpreading loveWithin each personso we can bring peace to others.Calming the stormsHealing the diseases of hate,Letting love be our ULTIMATE faith.Justice be our guiding lightTaking every effort and every plight.Healing our own nationour own soulThriving everywhereStarting deep within our core.If only I had a wand!

Destroyed “I”

By: Ashraf

The energy is expanding inside,again& again.Twirling like a tornado,uprooting,removing it all.

The debrisdancing,floating in the air,falling on the ground,leaving destruction behind.

All that is leftis my drained physical being.Outraged,wonderingWhy you feel free to get inbrazenly.Stormdestroying my house of beingthe “I”the tranquility within& leave.No permission asked.

Yet feeling the longing,I ask for more.Even while you revamp mybody &soul,my entire being,the awareness of your force oflovelets me knowthat in lovethere is no ego.No you or me,But we.

So stay.Be mine(yours?)Let us builttranquility withinwith you &Ias one,as “we”dancing to the foolishness of our infinite imagination.For ever.Submit to the power of we!

Who is me?By :Ashraf

Looking at the mirrorhanging on the wallI see a face glaring in the hall.Wondering out loud,who is there inside?Looking at a physical being,wondering out loud:Set her FREE.Let her RUN.Let her be HAPPY.Have some FUN.Where is she from?Who is she?A universe inside a frame?A speck of a dust,a result of the Big Bang Theory?or other storiesnot retained in memory?A moving energy encapsulated inside?Circling & twirling aroundwithin its borders defined?An energy containing a soul,changing every instant,affecting surrounding natureand animals all around?Engulfing, interacting with her soul inside & beyond?Who is inside this frame?An energy roaming,raging within,flying freely around?Traveling miles in front?Or further back far behind?Seeing what future holds?The past lives untold?I look at the mirrorand see the universe within.I thank God for this frame of beingencapsulating me,wrapping me tightly in.I smile at me.The one inside.I appreciate my borrowed dress,promise to take good care at last.Taking a few deep breaths,calming energy within.In harmony with the kin,whispering simply again:Be mindful.Be grateful.Live for each moment,as of Here & for Now.That is all you can do.For HERE & for NOW!

Love is the only way.As Christians says,“Love one another” (John 13:34)As Quran says,“Humanity is one”( Quran 49:10)Love is a divine sign."You may know one another” (Quran49:13)As Buddhism announces“My religion is kind” (Dalai Lama)

As the wise have always known,Love is the only way.Loving each otherIs the ONLY way.

Recycle

By Ashraf

When I die, bury me beneath the ground the way Muslim & Christians do. Let my death be a fiesta, my body a celebration. The beginning of a new cycle of life for creatures beneath the ground.

Let them enjoy the death of my physical being, eating tiny flesh, my trillion cells, savoring it with enormous bliss.

Let the crawly creepy creatures underground, the lizard the snake or the slimy worm (the one I was so fearful of

once upon a time) enjoy this physical being of mine.

To sustain their lives or simply a soft place to hide. Trillions of bacteria, good or bad, munch & share.

Let the bodily fluids quench their thirst. the clover the dandelion the other healing herbs. the grass the grazing cow eating the grass. Enjoy the tiny molecules of mine recycled from one to another kind.

Let our cells collide, bind, becoming one. Living within each one oblivious to our appearances or the color of our skin or religion or next of kin.